Dali Poems - Poems about Dali

O moon, the blood-rose pearl of my aching soul, the ghostly seer of hourglass woes ~ heed these wistful words ~ forgive the dreadful quivers between cacophonous quiescence, tremors within lungs of lament, spears of piercing p a i n ... Read through...

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The sky is a Luciferian estuary rolling and roaring in crimson flames, a twisted design of detonated debris, like splitting sighs from internal implosions, raining fragments of the past: matchbox memories piercing through suffocating silence as time tortures the mind with flashbacks of floating fragility… O invisible moonlight, pour me a purple potion to erase the pain behind perplexed pupils. I no longer desire to be cast in...

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Caustic memories dissolve on my tongue Lingering tastes of battery acid and nicotine Cause me to choke on putrid saliva. Staring at melting walls, clocks tick in unison. Distorted birdsong hums outside of jagged windows Under the warped sun, an unrepentant landscape blurs. Freshly budding peonies liquefy; Veils thin, evaporating the...

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pantheon rome dome dissolves before our eyes transmutes into ...

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Inventive Salvador Dali a futurist as we can see Two dancers * in a twirl gave his art a swirl "Two Dancers 1949 (dedicated to the subjects dancing)...

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the origin of my life a frottage friction giving rise to the template the grattage image to be completed in the mind of the viewer women are often invisible at best compartmentalised by Man a notional ekphrasis but they make their presence known they’re a work of art crowding in on the subconscious labyrinth of walls...

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Standing in front of this enormous masterpiece, Seeing his life story as the layers release. I wasn’t warned to expect a wonder so rare. I guess I expected a melting clock here or there. Venus di Milo inspired his hallucinating toreador. Dali features her likeness fourteen times or more. Three of the statuesque figures are full life size. The painting is over...

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In this world so full of drama I ventured to see the Dalai Lama, so many problems filled me with dread. He said breathe deep and let it go, from your head down to your toe, and offered me a piece of manna bread.. The wise man shared the bond between Dr. King and Thich Nhat Hahn, although these spiritual teachers are...

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n the land of the dead clocks they slither and slink Not caring about the time, without battery or blink Like snakes moseying around, they barely move at all Some linger and languish, others lie against a back wall How did we get here? The clocks ask each other. No one has a guess, some are too ugly to smother. In...

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Collaboration With Di11y Da11y I see you there beneath the sheen From high atop my neck I lean Reflect upon the waters glare Beneath the sheen, I see you there Keep me stable, inverted trees In stillness to just be at ease I exist without judgement or label Inverted trees keep me stable In pensive thought, shadows cast I turn my back to futures past Uncertainty...

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An exquisite drawing in pen and ink, Though I’m not a fan of the likes of Dali Allow me the luxury of having to think. Some I look at and exclaim, “Golly!” If I am not a fan, I respect their ability, Though I’m not a fan of the likes of Dali. Pen and inks require lots of dexterity, I enjoy paintings...

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Spaniard Salvador Dali a surrealist he came to be With ego & flamboyancy he did persist this moustachiod self-publicist...

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… is a drunkard Swilling vintage regret, Tears falling for undared dreams, Anger spewing over unrequited love. … is endless replays of yesterdays With circular insightful wisdom As likely to reverse life’s ills As scrubbing dirt off hills. … is stolen joy in the gloom Of memory’s moldy greenhouse Where fancied success blooms, hiding Mocking hyenas and nightmare roaches. … is a pustulated soul Hunkering...

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starry nights van goghs painting created while he was a patient in a mental hospital salvadore dali told by his parents he was a reincarnation of his dead brother two messed up artists who used their pain to create beauty to bring us joy...

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